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Odd Things Pop Into My Head When I Walk The Dogs

May 15th, 2006 by Oskar Kennedy

No, not like those creepy brain-worm things from Wrath Of Khan. I’m guess it’s more accurate to say pop up in my head, like some damned existential toaster. For instance, this little gem, which welled up so fast and hard that I recited most of it out load before I realized I was talking to my dogs, and they were ignoring me. Anyway, here it is for posterity, with minimal editing.

  You know what I like? Things that have their own time. How cool is that? Like “go time.” It’s go time! Action is immediately happening! It’s time, and you’re gonna go. Granted, you don’t know where you’re going, or what you’ll be doing when you get there, but you’re a man of action! Silly details like that don’t bother you.
  Or Miller time. It’s Miller time! That sounds like a great time. I think there’s something sort of cool about a beer so crappy, it can alter the very fabric of the Universe. The only thing better than Miller time would be “good beer time,” but if that time ever appeared on my clock, I think my liver would leap right out of my body and crawl away under its own power. Like a rat from a sinking ship, my liver.
  And then, there’s the big daddy of them all, the time that makes all other times pale by comparison. That’s right, I’m talking about Hammer time. Man, do you remember when it used to be Hammer time about four dozen times a day? Now it’s only Hammer time when you’re drunk and looking through your old cassettes, or in the last half-hour of a wedding DJ’s set, or on one of those new radio stations with no announcers that only plays the most mortifying hit singles of your childhood.
  Here’s a question? What would happen if it was Miller time and Hammer time at the same time? I don’t know the answer, but I suspect it’s something horrifying. Maybe the producers of Fear Factor will try it one of these days, as long as they can find an approriate testicle for the contestants to eat while it happens.

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It’s probably just me.

It’s probably just me.

May 15th, 2008

Sticker Shock

August 19th, 2008 by Oskar Kennedy

There are a lot of skeptic websites out there, taking swipes at woo and sharing snark about believers and the people who take advantage of them. But the real stars of the rational Internet are the dedicated skeptics who make the leap from talk to action. They devote time and energy to investigating and exposing all kinds of mumbo-jumbo.

SAPS is one the best things the actively skeptical Internet has to offer. Alison Smith and her crew at the Skeptical Analysis of the Paranormal Society investigate and debunk “paranormal” phenomena with wit, class and style. They’re the perfect antidote to the inanity of modern “ghost hunters,” waving infrared cameras, EMF meters and technical jargon around, trying to convince themselves they’re making any sense.

At the urging of Phil Plait, I emailed Alison, and she was nice enough to send me a SAPS sticker just like the one Phil has on his laptop. I stuck it on my computer, and took a picture of it in my preferred environment. Enjoy.

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